Date: Tue, 21 Oct 1997 21:14:18 -0400
From: gerardm@microtec.net
Subject: Coach's day
Here is another wrestling related story I hope many will enjoy.
After our weekly wrestling practice, coach reminded me that Saturday
morning was my turn to practice with him. Every Saturday morning, coach
would take one of us and give us special training. It was intensive and
hard, just like coach. He was a six foot two muscled bear. Coach was
hairy all over and, being very hairy myself, I always thought it was
rather sexy. Our team wore bright red wrestling suits that were the
low-cut style showing off our pecs and most of our abs. Coach's pecs
were tremendous and even through his fur, one could see his dark,
dollar-size nipples. As the reader can tell, I was quite smitten by coach's
looks. I think I was a good looker, if I say so modestly. I stood
six-one at seventeen and, as I've already mentioned, was almost as hairy
as coach if not quite as muscular. I was looking forward to that
Saturday and spent many an hour lusting happily with fantasies of coach
and I going through my mind and feeding my cock.
Saturday finally came and I headed for our gym. Coach was waiting for
me at the door as we would have the place to ourselves, he having the
key and special permission to use the facilities. I went to our
lockers and undressed. I made sure my penis was placed head down in the
pouch of my jockstrap as it would be more difficult for it to become
erect. Wrestling always got me excited as the constant friction excited
my dick each time. I then pulled on the very tight fitting suit, white
socks and special shoes. I took a peek in the mirror and was satisfied
with what I saw: a young muscular hairy man wearing a suit that
concealed very little. My cock was already slightly excited and my
basket was very full.
Coach was waiting for me in the gym and when I saw him, I started
almost to drool. Here was the hunk of a man, around twenty five,
muscular, extremely hairy, tight fitting suit with a well endowed basket
just waiting for me. All sexual thoughts dissappeared rapidly as we
went through warm ups. After three quarters of an hour we were both
sweaty and panting. Coach then taught me quite a few holds and we would
repeat them many times until I got them right. After an hour and a half
of this, we took a small break and just chatted. Coach complimented me
on my style, saying I would probably be a very good wrestler. He
mentioned our similar hairiness saying it was good to know he wasn't
alone being called a bear. We talked about the following meets and he
went through the rules and regulations I had to remember. Then we went
back to the mats for a little wrestling action.
We grappled and struggled for a while until he brought me down and we
then went at it on the floor. I was lying on my stomach under him and
as he tried to force me over for a pin our legs entwined and struggle.
I could feel his groin pressed into my ass and as we fought, he would
grind it hard. Even though I was concentrating on each of his moves and
planning each counter offensive, my dirty mind started focusing on that
lump which seemed to grow a bit each time he would thrust. I kept
telling myself it was only natural as we were creating quite a bit of
friction but my own lump had grown sizeably and I regretted not sticking
my dick up straight or sideways as it was very uncomfortable.
Coach then locked one of my legs with his and bringing his hand to my
crotch, flipped me on my side. As he tried to pin me, his hand was
still on my crotch and I almost panicked as I was sure he could feel my
erection. I'm not sure exactly when but something changed in our
fight. We were still struggling but something else was infiltrating our
minds, maybe it was my imagination but I could feel something quite hard
and large against my asscheeks and coach's hand was almost massaging my
crotch. This lasted quite a few minutes as I was not about to be pinned
easily (and I certainly was enjoying our position...). But then coach
gave a final pull and my shoulders touched the mat. We untangled and
stood up. I quickly looked at coach who was sporting a magnificent
hard-on. He had been smarter than I as his cock stood out straight
whereas mine was stuck straight down in my pouch. Coach noticed this
and told me to be careful as I could hurt myself badly. He told me to
not mind (I didn't) the erections as it was natural in wrestling. We
were both sweating profusely and our hair was clinging to our bodies.
Coach suggested we take off our suits and continue wrestling with only
our jockstraps. I must have looked surprised because he laughed at my
reaction and reminded me that the greeks wrestled in the nude.
We took off our suits and this permitted me to adjust my cock in my
pouch. I was still excited but not as hard. Both of us had very
enlarged pouches and looking over at coach my mind started reeling again
at the thought of touching him with so little on. My cock quickly stood
out at full mast and I noticed his was stretching the material at
maximum length.
We decided to start in the referee's position with me on top. I got
into position behind him. My cock poking at his hip as I slowly wrapped
my arms around his waist. We then started to struggle again and I tried
his earlier move. With my hand I reached down to his crotch only to
grab on to his hard cock, my legs tried to control his but to no avail
as he spun around and pushed me on my back by surprise and then spread
himself on top of me. The feel of his body on top of mine, our hairy
chests together, I could even feel his hard nipples rub against mine,
but it was the feel of our groins pushing against each other, hard cock
against hard cock which made me shivver with lust. We had stopped
struggling as he slowly wrapped his arms around me and we begain to
grind our bodies in a deliberate fuck motion. The feel of our pouch
enclosed cocks rubbing together was making me pant and moan as he joined
in our sex noise with moans of lust. He then looked into my eyes and
brought his face in closer as I experienced my first kiss. Our lips
touched gently, then his lips parted and his hot moist tongue tickled my
lips and slowly pushed through to find my tongue in the sweet caverns of
my mouth. It took me no time at all to get the hang of it and pretty
soon our tongues were duelling wildly from mouth to mouth. My hands
were cupping his asscheeks as I pulled him in closer, creating an even
greater friction between our cocks.
I could feel the cum boiling in my balls and knew I was getting closer
to climax. Between two kisses I whispered this in his ear and he told
me he was ready also. He pulled away for a bit and taking his cock out
of his precum wet pouch, he slipped it alongside mine in my jockstrap
and then lowered himself back on top of me. We resumed kissing as we
sucked on each other's tongues. Our well lubricated cocks slid easily
against each other, shaft to shaft, cock head to cock head. It didn't
take much for me to climax as with one last shove we hit our peak
together and our cocks erupted with twin jets of white hot lava. I
could feel each spurt from his shaft and the cum filled my pouch. We
lay there for quite a while just enjoyed each other.
That day, we had sex a couple more times and when I went home, I was
already looking forward to another Coach's day.
If you have any comments please write to gerardm@microtec.net